.Jo bra aur blouse se bhi nahi chipte..Meri gaand ko hilte dekh kisi b lund ka pani choot jaye. Meri choot k honth ekdum rasile aur mote hai..Itne mot... hai ki panty me to tik hi nhi pati…Andar se meri choot ka rang ekdam gulabi hai…Ye to hui mere dikhne ki baat. Ab aate h mwri kahani pe. Mere pati kaam k silsile me aadha saal to bahar hi rehte hai. Shadi ki shuruat me to sahi tha..Kabhi hum skype pe sex chat bhi kar liya karte the lekin kuch dino baad meri choot ki pyaas bhujti nahi thi. Itne. As in when we started chatting a lot over the phone we became so close but it all took around 6 months at least, to be honest , she used to meet me over the weekends , even my girlfriend used to love her company and they were good friends, after a few months me and my gal broke up, even after I broke up with my gal Claudia was in touch with my gal.It was a Saturday, I and my other friends were having a drink near Kalyan Nagar, we started our session around 5 and we were quite drunk by 8ish, at. “So we get to go?” I asked, jumping with excitement, my big tits bouncing. I loved my big tits. They were so amazeballs. I squeezed them together as my excitement surged through me. Yummy cum leaking out of my pussykitty and asshole. I felt so full.“On a plane,” Frank said, reaching into the fume hood. He stared at the beaker. “Is this ready, Alice?”That super-smart, sciency part of me, mostly buried under marshmallowy goodness thought so. “Yes, siree! What’s it do?”“It’s the super-enhanced. Satisfied, he flipped me onto my stomach as easily as turning a chicken on the barbeque and pushed himself back inside his blonde English prize. Arousal flared inside me. On all fours, doggie-style, I could imagine myself in my own porn film, my tits bouncing like two pieces of ripe fruit while I pushed my ass upwards to better feel that hard cock begin to ram inside me again. When he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back holding it in mid air, I almost passed out with need. Oh fuck … I was.